you , the manager
of the Kruger estate?
Who asked me?
Everyone needs something.
You took money for this!
There was that sin.
Not a huge one, though.
I had to Iive somehow.
We are not going to stay here
another second!
-Yuri! Tonya!
-Papa, stop!
So much for,
''Kiss me here! Kiss me there!''
Let's go.
So, do you Iike it?
Where's the vegetabIe garden?
We'II make it in the spring.
We'II pIant potatoes, right?
Carrots.
Beets, cabbage.
We'II pIant cabbage.
See, Sasha, that's your house.
What is this?
Tonya, what is this?
This is what you caII ,
''Kiss me here!''
Tonya!
Get on your knees. KneeI
before this divine Russian man.
No, I won't aIIow it. Never.
I must kneeI before you.
So, do you recognize it?
Oh , the mirror!
I used to spend hours in front of it
in my youth!
EIena ProkIovna,
Iet's go to my bedroom!
-Let's go!
-Of course.
''My dear, gIorious cupboard.
I weIcome your existence
that has served the nobIe ends
of goodness and fairness
for over 1 00 years.
Your soft caII. . .''
The first act
of The Cherry Orchard.
Good! Thank you.
Thank you for your service, Averky.
PIease start the fire.
Thank God we have something
to do it with.
The chiIdren's room wiII be
in the Ieft wing of the house.
My office wiII be in the right.
Yuri's upstairs.
We need to heat up the sheets
before bedtime.
How?
They used to put
innocent servant girIs on them ;
that is, untiI they did away
with serfdom.
What a shame.
Now I bet there aren't
any innocent girIs Ieft.
You don't understand anything.
What?
This isn't yours anymore.
It's not yours, is it?
It's for the peopIe.
You have nothing to do with it.
For what peopIe?
For the Russian peopIe.
Someday this wiII be an orphanage.
WeII , I'm just going to Iie here
and Iive here as Iong as I want.
Over my dead body.
Then it wiII be your dead body.
Listen , Mister Gromeko.
It's no Ionger the oId days.
No innocent girIs wiII warm
your bed sheets for you.
You can Iive with me
for as Iong as you want,
but don't set your foot
inside this house.
And make this the Iast time
we taIk about this!
Anna Ivanovna, your grandmother,
Ioved this baIcony.
You can see from it far, far away.
Get this, manager,
I don't need this house.
I won't step one foot inside it,
even if you beg me.
Thunder?
Not that type of thunder, Master.
Strange, it wiII be snowing soon.
Do you want to ride the horse?
Yes.
And cut out this ''Master'' nonsense.
The Gromekos have never been
masters over anyone.
They invited me
to the university in Kazan ,
promised to give me my own chair.
Now it turns out I'm not one of you.
They didn't give it to me.
I said I heard thunder.
That's not thunder.
That's artiIIery.
Yours!
Ours?
Yours.
Yours, ours - nonsense!
What about your son , where is he?
He's with the rebeIs.
Fighting your foIk.
Again with your nonsense!
Let's go, Sasha.
Give me your hand.
Don't worry, we're not going to Iive
at your expense.
Yuri's going to get a job.
That you shouIdn't do.
Why's that?
God forbid they'II shoot him.
You're heirs, capitaIists.
So, just stay put
and don't show your face.
We'II Iive through the winter
somehow.
Then we'II see.
We aren't used to
Iiving without work.
That's what I'm saying , Master!
Here we go.
The smaII ones go with the smaII.
This here is for pIanting.
The medium with the medium.
The Iarge ones we keep for eating.
Then we cIean the dirt off them.
Each one?
But of course.
When it's covered in dirt,
it feeIs disgusting to touch ,
but Iike this
it's aII nice and round.
And now we'II throw it
into the ceIIar.
There's work here untiI spring.
There is no rush.
Besides, you can't Iive without work.
AII right, I'm ready.
Averky Stepanovich.
Where are you off to,
EIena ProkIovna?
Just taking a waIk.
I made myseIf an area here to write,
if you don't mind.
Write, Professor, write!
Where are aII these books from?
Most of them are mine.
Some, frankIy,
I took